I have been trying to make this fundraiser happen.
Shameless Plug: https://www.mightycause.com/story/2002jackmax
Well the fundraiser web page asks you to tell a little bit about yourself and ask questions like... Who is Your Hero? That one kinda stopped me in my tracks and really made me think? WHO IS MY HERO?! I thought and thought and finally decided. Its my birth mother. She could have had an abortion but instead she sacrificed her body for 9 months and then did the most selfless thing ever... gave me to a family that could give me the life she couldn't. I was blessed to finally meet her at 25 and she's wonderful. I look like her. Our personalities are very similar and I love her to bits. I can never really repay her for what she did for me. Christine, if you ever read this, I love you and YOU ARE MY HERO!
I was diagnosed with depression at a young age and these two dogs came into my life and saved me.
So I drove all the way to work in my piece of garbage car just to find out I am off today. I commute to work and have been working very hard to save up for a newer, safer vehicle. So I drove all the way home and (by the grace of God this didn't happen on the interstate) when I pulled into the driveway and attempted to shift into park. The gear shift was slack and would not shift out of drive! I was terrified if I took my foot of the brake pedal I'd go through my parents garage door. I put on the emergency brake and tried to turn it off. It turned off. Thank God for that. I thought maybe it's just an electrical malfunction and attempted to turn it back on. Absolutely nothing. No lights no radio. It is completely dead.
It's been a rough few years for me. I was assaulted in December of 2016. She beat the crap out of me. I have been dealing with lawyers and worker's comp trying to get justice for almost 2 years now.
My boyfriend kicked me out and immediately moved another woman in. He kept my cat and a lot of my personal belongings. I was forced to move back in with my parents. I feel like such a burden and a loser.
I was demoted at work due to my health issues: I suffer from Depression, Anxiety, and Chronic, Debilitating Migraines. And now I possibly have a heart condition. They cut my pay a whole $2 and my hours as well.
On a good note, I decided to go back to college and finally get a degree. Tuition is not cheap.
And then my beloved dog, Max passed away.
I have been trying so hard to break into successful online blogging, freelance writing. I am even trying to write a children's book about being adopted. I can't seem to figure this blogging or freelance thing out. And I don't know that my book is any good.
I am so completely and hopelessly overwhelmed. My credit is not great because I dont have much of it and what I do have is very young. Please give me some advice. Please give me some hope.
I won't lie. When I was younger, I struggled with being an adoptee. I didn't understand why my biological parents would just give me away. Eventually at age 14, I was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder and Anxiety Disorder. I was in bad shape. All I wanted was to belong somewhere and I just felt alone. Kids were cruel and bullied me about being adopted which only amplified my pain. Around that time, my daddy allowed to me to adopt 2 dogs. Suddenly, I had a purpose. I had a reason to be here! These dogs needed me. The one with white in his coat was Max and the black one was Jack. They were my everything. But out of the two of them, Jack seemed to sense I was struggling and that I needed him. He followed me everywhere like a shadow, always providing unconditional love and support. He was like my child. In the summer of 2012, I suffered an ectopic pregnancy. It destroyed my left fallopian tube and left ovary. I had to have emergency surgery and by all accounts, I should have died. I never even knew there was a pregnancy to feel sad about until I was on my way to the OR. A month later, Jack got sick. My parents were in Houston and I had a broken knee and no money to take him to the vet. I begged my parents to come home. I could sense the situation was dire. When my parents finally returned from Texas, they said he seemed fine. But I knew my dog, and he was not fine. The next day, they realized how bad off he was and rushed him to an emergency veterinary specialist over an hour away. At the same time, we were being pounded by a small hurricane. All I wanted to do was go and be with my baby and I couldn't. Despite everything the vets did, he died. It absolutely destroyed me. I felt like I had died with him. Perhaps its messed up that losing a baby to ectopic pregnancy didn't phase me, but the loss of my dog crushed me. But that's just my personality I suppose. People have always hurt me, abandoned me, and let me down. All Jack ever did was love me unconditionally. I felt like I'd lost the only one who ever loved me and wanted me around. To this day, I am not over it. Less than two weeks ago, we had to put his brother, Max down. It was equally hard. I feel like I have no one that needs me and nowhere to belong again. Despite having the best adoptive parents and having had a reunion with my biological parents, I still feel completely lost. I still feel sad about the adoption. I still feel like I'm not good enough. And now I've lost the only two beings who were able to help me cope. I am lost. I hurt. And I don't know what to do. I don't feel like anyone understands and I could really use a friend.
Then, I was taken off traditional antidepressants due to serotonin syndrome and tics that they caused. I was also diagnosed with Sinus Tachycardia and Left Posterior Fascicular Block in my heart. I don't know what that means but its scary. I see a cardiologist on the 6th. Please pray for me and send some good vibes my way. I will keep you posted.
I really started this blog for myself. A safe place to talk about my feelings and the like. But I decided I wanted to tell my story. I figure that will be therapeutic as well. And maybe someone else will read it and relate and know they're not alone.
I came into this world with a bang! I tend to everything with a bang so I suppose its only appropriate I started life that way. I was born on January 9, 1988 in Fort Worth, Texas at 4:21 a.m. by emergency c-section because I had punched through the placental sac and my biological mother was bleeding heavily. I was only 3 or 4 lbs at birth. My biological mother was only teenager at the time and placed me up for adoption through Gladney Adoption Services. I spent the first month in the NICU due to my small size and health. I spent the next month in a foster home being cared for elderly woman who tried to help me grow and become healthy. At last, I was adopted at 2 months old by the best parents I could have ever asked for. New Orleans was my new home. I was now the baby sister to a 3.5 year old boy who had also been adopted from Gladney. He loved being a big brother to me.... that is until I started walking. I didn't walk until 15 months but once I was walking, I wanted to follow him everywhere and play with all his toys. Boys always had better toys in my opinion. I was a tomboy from the start. We also had two furry, rescue siblings: Mandy and Icarus (named for the mythological story of the boy who flew to close to the sun) both mixed breed dogs. I loved them like crazy but I was an annoying baby who was not gentle, followed them everywhere, and pulled tails. Needless to say, they weren't my biggest fans. I loved animals from then on. Animals and animal rescue became one of my greatest passions. I will use that to segway into another cause that is important to me: Adoption is not just for people! Its for animals too!
Adopt, Don't Shop. Even if there is a specific breed that you absolutely must have, there are rescues dedicated to just certain breeds like the Louisiana Basset Rescue. This ends chapter one of my story. I hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon.
Today was Hard.
I'm still trying to find the words. I'm still trying to accept it. It's surreal.
I lost my baby.
We had to put my dog down. I've had him for 16 years. I don't have kids. He was my kid.
I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye. If I said goodbye I couldn't pretend he was just somewhere else. I'd have to admit he was gone.
But now I can't seem to believe it. or really grieve.
Work is keeping me busy. I supposed it will hit when I go home to his empty collar.
Any comfort or advice is welcomed.